Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“Jenna?” I say into the phone, wondering if she is still there.
“What’s going on?” Jenna asks, concern in her voice.
“Linc just fell in the water I spilled in the hallway. I gotta go!” I reply quickly.
“Wait, who the fuck is Linc?” Jenna asks.
“Are you gonna get off that thing?” Linc’s voice is heavy with authority, stormy cold eyes stare at me pissed.
“Who the fuck is that?” Jenna barks, hearing Linc through my phone. She is protective and hearing him talk to me like a child clearly has her triggered.
“What?” I ask again. I’m getting confused trying to keep up with both of them talking.
“Who is that? I thought you said hot biker was the one who was gonna fall?” Jenna questions.
“Well?” Linc asks from the floor, quirking his eyebrows up, looking really mad. His jaw is tensed, brows narrowing in, and fists clenched.
“He did,” I answer Jenna while looking down at Linc.
“Then who the fuck is Linc?” Jenna nearly yells.
“Linc is hot biker guy!” I yell back, getting agitated.
“Wait. What?... So hot biker guy is Linc?” Jenna clarifies.
“Yes,” I sigh embarrassingly. Can the walls just close in and swallow me now?
“C, is he still there?” Jenna replies, almost whispering.
“Yes,” I state softly, trying to avoid eye contact. My cheeks warm and he can probably see my humiliation. He probably likes it.
“You do realize he just heard you call him hot biker guy, right?” Jenna’s voice is on the edge of laughter.
“Yup,” I mutter, mortified.
“Bahaha!” is all I hear before I hear Jenna drop her phone. Apparently, she's laughing so hard she can't hold on to it.
I push end call, hanging up on Jenna.
I put the phone back in my pocket, then go to look down to where Linc is but find he is now standing right in front of me. His right arm stretches out above my left shoulder, with his hand pushing against the doorframe, while he looks down at me, grinning from ear to ear. “Hot biker guy, huh?”
“Ummm....well,” I stammer, looking down at the floor embarrassed. Linc lifts his left hand, then gently placing it under my chin, he tilts my head so I have to look in his eyes. God, those beautiful eyes.
My thighs clench and I know I’m now blushing for a whole other reason. He smiles just before he puts his lips against mine and mutters, “You’re not so bad yourself, beautiful.” Then he begins tracing my bottom lip with his tongue, causing my lips to part as a strange sound escapes from my throat. Taking advantage, he dips his tongue in between my lips. His right arm glides down from the doorjamb to the back of my head, grabbing my hair to hold my head in place, as his left arm trails down my side, landing at my waist, pushing me into him. His kiss becomes harder and more passionate as his tongue intertwines with mine. My legs go weak from what he’s doing to me and just before I think I am going to pass out, he breaks the kiss. Letting go of my hair but still holding me against him with the arm he has at my waist, he looks down into my eyes for several seconds before he backs up, releasing me to stand on my own. His eyes still glued to mine, he nods his head slightly down at the floor and says, “Make sure you clean that up.” Then he turns and leaves me standing there, a melted puddle of goo.
13
LINCOLN
Back in my condo, I head to the bedroom to change out of my wet clothes from falling in the water C spilled in the hallway. Putting on a clean T-shirt and sweatpants, I start to wonder what the fuck is up with this girl. I know she has not been with many guys, if any at all. She was definitely turned on both times I’ve kissed her, and damn, that sound she makes, it's the sexiest thing I have ever heard. Naïve, and innocent. I want that delicacy more than anything. She was tense like she didn't know what to do with her hands, acted like she was scared she would do something wrong. A virgin who sells weed? No way. No one as cute and sexy as this girl, who is dealing with people like Billy, is a virgin...right?
I wonder if she is down there cleaning up the spilled water? Hmmm, I should go see, talk to her, find out some more about her. Going back into my living room, I grab my cell phone off the coffee table and switch it to vibrate, placing it in the pocket of my sweatpants. Going over to the door, I slowly open it, peeking out down to the second-floor landing. She’s down there cleaning up the mess, just like I told her. Good girl. She has her back to me, on her hands and knees, wiping up the water with paper towels. Stepping out, I quietly walk down the stairs and sit on the bottom step to watch. She’s wearing a tight dark blue tank top that hugs the curves of her tits, outlining them perfectly. The firm round globes of her ass are pushing against the fabric of the white skimpy shorts she’s wearing so hard, they cause them to ride up just enough to show their round bottoms. Watching her tits and ass shake as she wipes back and forth with the paper towels over the floor has my dick getting hard. “Umpph.” I cough to get her attention.